AN/ this is the first english story i have write so.. try it out and let me know, what you thought.
It was cold outside. No wind. No snow. Still, cold. Well not for me. I just new that it was cold, because the water was frozen and the leaves were wite with frost. Also the air was hevy and smelled like snow.
It didn't bother me. My perfect body didn't even notice it. Only my mind.
I had on a black hoody, sunglasses and dark blue jeans with black running shoes. It was the warmest clothing i needed to appear that I was cold, a bit.
And i needed people to think that, because... I...was in the crowd often and didn't need them to have a another reason to point on me and say,Freak,. Well they did it anyway but then only I would hear it, when they muttered to themselvse about me. "He is so weard. Kreepy. "
Well, that's my life. Actually a little part of it. I loved the other part more. The wild part. And I didn't like the half of the life I liked. The hunting part. It was evel. You had to kil to live. Well not often, but still. And surprisingly we hunted humans not animals or anything else. Only humans. It wasn't the thing i was proud of. But I was pretty good at it. Thanx to my power.
Ooo.. and I loved my power. It allowed me to do what ever i wanted, to be who ever I wanted to be. My power helped me with hunting, pretending, fighting and with everything I needed help with.
Right now i was hunting and it appeared to be harder with the cold. The humans were at their homes and those who werent, were out with friends and i couldn't get to them. So I kept looking.